*Lena*
The midwife handed me a black and white length of glossy paper with a smile before turning to leave the exam room. Mom was talking to a nurse in the corner of the room as I pulled my sweater down over my belly and huffed a breath, wincing as I struggled into a sitting position.
I looked down at the length of pictures in my lap, my throat tightening painfully as I tried to swallow.
There she was, our baby. I could just make out her head and body in the blurred, somewhat distorted images. I was four months along and doing fine, from what the midwife had said. Nothing looked amiss.
